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Pluto looked to the files on top of his table that Jane handed over to him. There are two different folders belonging to two different profiles. The first one is showing a beautiful Russian woman. She is in her twenties. Her silver hair and green eyes will be her defining features that could capture everyone’s soul if they take a look at her. A fit and trained body, combined with her beautiful face will make anyone remember her just with a glance. She is younger than what Pluto remembers but there is no doubt. This person was given a title on the apocalypse. Not as a silver princess but as Storm Bullet. It wasn’t a gentle title on the other hand, it was a bloody one. Through numerous battlefields, she has proven her worth as the number one sharpshooter on the apocalypse. Red Storm Bullet,